Don't Forget About Me (An August Alsina Love Story) (Completed/ Editing)

Chapter 23: Jamaica - Part 1

Sorry for wait :/ i been slacking. But pics are in the MM and enjoy. 😘

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"August, oh my god, I'm scared as hell," I said tryin to breathe as we waited for the plane to depart. He started laughing, squeezing my hand.

"Babe, relax, its gonna be iight. I always go with Ralph and he knows what he doing," He said, referring to the Record Label's private pilot.

"How you know he's not drunk or high or sleepy or-"

"Kay, calm down," He laughed again, kissing my cheek. "You bout to fuck around go into labor."

I sighed, bracing back and resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm scared of heights. You know that."

"Hell yeah, I do. I still remember when you threw up on me when I took you on that small baby ass roller coaster on our first date. Shit, you lucky I asked you on a second date after that shit."

I laughed, recalling that day. "That was not a baby ride, August. No roller coaster in Six Flags is a baby roller coaster."

He chuckled. "To you and ya scary ass its not."

"Oh shut up," I rolled my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder again. Thats when Ralph announced that plane was about to pull off and I squeezed August's arm tighter as it started to drive smooothly. "August."

"Wassup, babeh?"

"Can you sing to me?" I asked.

"What?" He asked, scrunching up his nose.

"Sing to me, please," I begged. "So I could go to sleep."

He started singing Kissing On My Tattoos to me softly as I drifted into a easy sleep. The softness of his voice knocked me out for the rest of the plane ride.

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"Babe, wake up," August said, kissing my neck. I squinted open my eyes to see that the plane was no longer moving. I stretched, looking around.

"Did we die?" I asked him. He laughed, shaking his head.

"You dumb, Kay, forreal," He said helping me up and leading me toward the steps of the plane. We walked down the stairs that felt like ages with this bump in front of me.

August slipped on his shades and I slipped on mine, walking into the airport to get our passports stamped
and get our bags.

"Welcome to the beautiful island of Jamaica," The lady behind the desk smiled. "Can I see your passports?"

We handed her our passports and she did a check on them, stamped them, and returned them. Once we got our bags, we took a taxi to the hotel we were going to stay in. The views of the beach as we drove by were too much for words.

"Look, they got jet skiing, bae," August pointed out. "You tryna go with me when we get settled?"

I laughed. "I won't even get the life jacket to fit over my stomach."

"I'm sure they got something for you," He suggested, turning to the driver. "Aye my man, what else is there to do down here?"

"Well, we have parasailin, jet skiing, banana boating, snorkeling. All the pools you can think of. And you can go to the clubs at night and party all night. Anything you can think of, mon," The driver said in a thick accent. August continued talking to the driver as I admired the settings of Jamaica.

About a half an hour later, we pulled up to the Montego Paradise Hotel and got out to check in.

"Aye, Earl, thanks for the ride," August dapped him, handing him some money.